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STAY
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2019

Stephen

Emmy bites her lip as she watches me undress. Her eyes follow my movements, and the heat flickering in her eyes has my cock a steel rod in my slacks. “When you look at me that way, I want to fuck you senseless.”

Her full bottom lip pops out, and she drops her chin, her pretty cheeks turning pink. She’s so fucking beautiful and so fucking stubborn. Shoving my pants off, I climb onto the massive king-sized bed in my room, catching her leg and pulling her under me. She lets out a little squeal, and I cover her mouth with mine.

She tastes sweet like strawberry cake, and her body is soft and warm against mine. I slide my lips along the line of her jaw, and she makes a little noise. “That sound…” I bite the skin on her neck and she does it again. “Spread your legs.”

“Stephen…” Her hands are on my sides, fingertips tracing around to my back.

“Do it.” Reaching down, I pull that filmy slip higher as she opens her thighs for me.

I hook my thumb in the side of her thong and rip it away as I bury my cock balls-deep in her slippery heat.

She inhales sharply, arching her back higher. I let out a low groan.

One of the benefits of getting married—blood tests. We’re both officially clean, and I plan to fuck her bareback all over this house this weekend.

“You feel so good,” I hiss, sinking deeper into her.

Her knees rise at my sides, and she moans as I rock my hips faster, harder. “Yes…” She gasps in my ear, and I catch her around the waist, rolling us over so she’s on top of me now.

“Sit up.” I nudge her waist. “I want to see you ride me.”

She buries her face in my neck. “No.”

“God dammit!” My back arches and I growl, shoving my cock deeper into her. “Don’t tell me no, woman!”

She moves her face, kissing my cheek and speaking in my ear. “You like when I tell you no. You like fighting with me.”

A surge moves through my cock, and I groan. She’s right.

Reaching down, I unclasp her bra so I can feel her hard nipples against my chest. “Let me at least kiss your tits.”

“Stephen,” she moans, rocking her hips against my pelvis, driving me crazy with her hot little pussy…

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BOSS OF ME
By Tia Louise
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Raquel

They say the devil was heaven’s most beautiful angel. Patton Fletcher standing over me, looking down like he wants to devour me, blows that seraph away.

He’s the tiger, and I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.

I don’t.

His shirt’s gone, and my eyes trace the strong lines of his broad shoulders to his firm chest to the ridges of his abs.

The sleeve of ink following the lines of muscle in his arm is wickedly sexy—it makes my insides clench. I’m so eager, I’m sure I’ll burst into orgasm the moment he touches me.

Intense, dark eyes move from my breasts to my legs, and his voice is rich and low. “You have great legs.”

Instinctively, my knees rub together, and he holds out his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up, catching the hem of my sweater and lifting it over my head.

My black lace bra only covers the bottom of my breasts, and he traces his fingers along the tops of them, causing me to shiver.

His eyes darken, and he dips them inside, rolling my hard nipples between his fingertips. “You have perfect breasts.”

My lips part, and the heat surging in my veins has me under his spell. “Thank you.”

“Lie back.”

I do as he says, and he drops between my knees, sliding his hands up my outer thighs and shoving my denim skirt up to my waist.

“I’ve wanted to taste you since you wore that skirt on Friday.”

Oh, shit.

My eyes flutter closed and a moan slips from my throat as he kisses the inside of my knee, tracing his lips higher, along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Patton…” I hiss as his beard scratches my legs.

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PRINCE
by Tia Louise
© TLM Productions, 2016

Zelda

“Let’s say you and me do some good old-fashioned f---ing, Zelda Benedict.”

I blink fast, away from his gaze. “I can’t,” I whisper, even though my insides are liquid, and my lips heavy with desire.

“Sure you can,” he whispers, leaning forward to cover my mouth with his.

Fingers thread into the sides of my hair, and his kiss is even more passionate than before. It’s hungry and demanding, and I’m losing the fight this time.

Cal doesn’t gently request, he invades, pillaging my senses. We lean back on the couch, and he’s above me, moving my mouth with his. I’m not stopping him. I’m desperate with desire. My hands are on his neck, and I’m kissing him back, hungrily keeping time with his movements.

He pulls away, and a little noise of disappointment comes from my throat. It makes him smile as he reaches down and lifts me off the couch.

“Don’t worry, sexy. I’m nowhere near finished with you tonight.”

“Cal…” My brain is fighting with me to get control, but he tosses me onto the bed, pulling his shirt off in one swift move.

My protests die when I see his bare body. He’s ripped and golden, beautiful, lean and muscular, and his light brown hair is tousled and tempting. My eyes trail down the lines of his stomach, getting tangled in the V at his hips, and all rational thought vanishes.

“Now you,” he says, climbing on his knees beside me on the bed.

He takes the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and lifts it over my head. My instinct is to cover my bare breasts, but he catches my arms.

“No way,” he grins, leaning us back on the bed. “Your tits are far too gorgeous for you to hide them.”

My face heats, and I start to laugh. “Stop it.”

He leans over me, then lowers gently until our bare bodies are stomach to stomach, skin against skin. We both exhale a groan.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, moving his lips over my shoulders.

I can only whimper, “So do you.” I am so screwed right now...

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RECKLESS KISS
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2020

Deacon

“You’re all wet.” She holds the lapels of my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. “Were you riding in the rain?”

Shrugging out of the soaked garment, I put it at the base of her window. “I didn’t want anyone to recognize my car.”

She goes to a large, stone bathroom, returning with a plush, white towel. “Here. Give me your shirt.”

Catching the hem, I whip it over my head, and when our eyes meet, she blinks quickly as if she’s stunned.

Her cheeks flush, and I’m acutely aware we’ve only been together once since my homecoming. The memory of our white-hot reunion in the tower has my cock rising to attention.

“It’s not the first time you’ve seen me without a shirt, beautiful.” I can’t help teasing her.

She shakes her head and goes to her bedroom door. “I’ll put this in the sink to dry. Give me your pants, too.”

The smooth click of the lock changes the temperature in the room. My body aches for hers. I’m ready to pull her to me and devour her.

“I haven’t been here five minutes, and you’ve already got me naked.” I hold out my hand as she returns. “Come here.”

She walks straight into my arms, and I hug her tightly against my chest. Rubbing her back, I take a long inhale of her jasmine scented hair. “Are you okay?”

“I’m much better now that you’re here.” She looks up at me, and I can almost make out her soft breasts beneath the thin material of her long-sleeved tee. She’s so damn sexy.

I scan her shapely legs in short white shorts, searching for any sign of bruising or injury. “Did that guy hurt you?”

“No.” A sad little smile touches her lips. “I’m so sorry, Deacon. For tonight, for not telling you—”

“Don’t.” Reaching up, I place my finger lightly against her lips, pulling her to me again. “It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I had to leave you that way. I didn’t want to ruin the party—”

“I understood.”

“But I had to come here tonight. I needed to see you, to know you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” She lifts her chin, and I lean down to kiss her again.

Her lips part, and our tongues curl together. It’s electric and need shoots straight to my cock. My hands go under the hem of her shirt, finding the smooth, warm skin of her lower back, pressing her hips to mine.

She exhales a soft noise, and I break the kiss, looking around the room. “This is a nice place.”

“The bed’s big enough for both of us.” Her palms slide against mine, threading our fingers, and she takes a step backwards, drawing me towards the bed with her. “Everyone’s sleeping over. You might as well, too.”

“Sounds risky.”

“I’m not afraid.” She lifts her shirt over her head, and her soft breasts are bare, tipped with pale light. My mouth waters. “I want you to stay.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

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TROUBLE
By Tia Louise
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Spencer

Prologue

“I have ice. Ice makes the pain go away.” My mom crouches beside me, her entire body shaking as she presses a cloth to my shoulder.

Her face is so white. I want to say her name, but my throat constricts as searing pain burns through my upper body. My eyes squeeze shut, causing tears to stream down my face.

All around us is chaos.

The kitchen table is against the wall, and a chair is broken in two. Beside me on the floor, a splintered piece of wood lies in what looks like a growing puddle of red paint. Only, it’s not paint, and I’m afraid.

“Look what you made me do!” My father yells at us, pacing back and forth. He jerks my mother off of me by her hair. “You made me do this.”

Fear squeezes my lungs so hard, I can’t breathe, and lights flash in the room through the windows like a rainbow. People in white rush into our house, and a woman with orange-blonde hair and sky-blue eyes leans over me.

She puts her hand on my forehead and smiles gently while another person in white lifts me off the floor. She speaks softly, but I can’t understand her.

Is she an angel? Did I die?

It’s my last thought before the darkness closes my eyes…


“This is your room now.” The old man opens a door and gestures me into a space the size of a small house.

My eyes are wide as I step carefully on the highly polished wood floor. It’s made of small pieces of wood arranged in a diamond pattern, and a thin rug with a large, oval-shaped design covers the floor.

Driving up to this place, I gazed up at the soaring white columns topped with curling leaves and scrolls. Above them, so high I could barely see from the car, the roof had a railing, like you could walk around up there.

I’ve never seen a house like this outside of a movie or a storybook.

It’s a castle.

It’s also dark and empty.

“I hope you find it comfortable here.”

I look up at him, unsure what to say.

He’s tall with lots of gray hair that swooshes around his head like that scientist in the picture at my school. He’s wearing a scratchy brown jacket and dark pants, and he has a beard. His dark eyes are intense like a bird or a reptile, watching me.

“Are you a king?” My voice is small.

“I’m your new father. You may call me Drake.” His voice is low and measured, like he carefully chooses the exact word to say before he speaks.

“Where’s my mom?” Sadness pinches my chest when I remember the last time I saw her.

His eyes blink away, into the hall. “She can’t take care of you anymore. You’re going to live with me now.”

I’m not sure what he means. “Did she die?”

“Not as far as I know.” His tone is grave like he doesn’t want to dwell on this subject. “If you’re all settled, I’ll leave you to your thoughts.”

I follow him quickly into the massive hallway covered in paintings bigger than me. It’s as wide as a dining room, and long rugs cover the floors that go on for miles.

My footsteps echo off the polished wood as I scuffle after him. “Are we the only ones here?”

He pauses and turns, looking down at me slowly as if I’m an insect he’s considering gobbling up. I shrink back, wishing I hadn’t asked.

“Are you afraid of being alone, Spencer?”

My eyes are wide, and I want my mom. The expression on his face tells me that would be the wrong answer.

“No, sir.”

“Good. Only a weak man is bothered by being alone. Are you weak?”

I’m not sure if I’m weak or if I’m even a man yet, but I know how to survive.

“No, sir.”

His eyes flinch almost like he would smile if that were possible. “Never fall for the lie that you need other people. Only when you are completely independent are you truly strong.”

He starts to go, but I hold out my hand. “But… Why do you need me?”

The spark of approval evaporates like smoke. “I don’t.”

His gaze travels up and around the hall, pausing at a window twice as tall as he is. “When I am gone, I will leave my estate to you, then you will be like me.” Cold eyes return to mine. “Now get some rest. I’ll begin your education tomorrow.”

Dread filters through my stomach, but I don’t dare argue. My shoulder hurts, and I’m sleepy. I don’t know why I’m here, but I remember my mom saying it would be okay.

Returning quietly to my room, I notice a sweaty glass of ice water on my bedside table. Going to it, I lift a cube from the top and put it in my mouth, sliding to sit on the scratchy wool rug covering my floor.

My eyes close, and I focus on the cold as it slowly melts away.

Then I do it again.

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